Silence

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I could hear voices calling my name.

No, no. I don't want to get up. I want to stay here and rest. It's cold and dark here. So inviting, so relaxing. This is what I want, please let me be.

"Is she going to be okay?"

Silence.

"Dr. Jones!"

Panic.

I recognized the voice to be my mother's. I could picture here now. Standing there, her eyes red with tears and deep circles under her eyes.

Why was I here? It was foggy... I can't remember... I just want to sleep...

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